Vulcan fell to the ground, hard. Jin-Woo relaxedly walked out from the thick, ash-grey dust clouds rising up, and took a look around him.
He was thinking of assisting the Shadow Soldiers right away, but even they seemed to be getting close to finishing up, as well.
As the shadow soldiers hacked away with their swords, the number of Vulcan's underlings rapidly decreased.
Jin-Woo studied his Status Window. Since he had levelled up only a moment ago, both his HP and MP were full.
'I've plenty of Mana, so I don't really need to help out, huh.'
As long as there was sufficient Mana, shadow soldiers would be exactly like immortals. Now that was the true power of an undead army.
Leaving the mop-up of the remnants to his trusty soldiers, Jin-Woo turned around in order to collect the loot.
Was this feeling similar to unwrapping a gift? Seeing that dead body of Vulcan, a smile automatically formed on his lips.
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